You want all your books to stick around after you've gone.
Names, once they are in common use, quickly become mere sounds, their etymology being buried, like so many of the earth's marvels, beneath the dust of habit.
My grandmother was very fierce and gruff. She was quite small, but she was very wide.
If you have children you worry about the world you're leaving them.
Masks beneath masks until suddenly the bare bloodless skull.
A book is a version of the world. If you do not like it, ignore it; or offer your own version in return.